“This isn’t bad,” said Scott, as the party paused to look down into the garden.
“Not at all,” replied Sanford. “I suppose they have music here in the evening, and it would be a capital place to loaf.”
“See the steamers!” exclaimed Laybold, as a couple of the miniature craft, which abound in the waters of Stockholm, whisked up to the quay.
“A fellow could put half a dozen of them into his trousers pocket,” laughed Scott. “We must go on a cruise in some of them, as soon as we get settled.”
“Well, where’s the hotel?” asked Sanford.
It was in plain sight from the bridge, which they crossed to the Square of Gustavus Adolphus, on which the hotel faced.
“Good morning, young gentlemen. I am happy to see you,” said Mr. Blaine, the head steward of the ship, who was the first person to greet them as they entered the hotel.
“Ah, Mr. Blaine!” exclaimed Sanford, his face glowing with apparent satisfaction. “I am delighted to see you; for I was afraid we should never find the ship.”
“Were you, indeed? Well, I had the same fear myself. I have been looking for you ever since the ship sailed.”
“We have done our best to find the ship, Mr. Blaine,” added Sanford.